Saturday, November 5, 2016

Rob Schackne #139, Mousai #4 - Euterpê

4.

Euterpê with all the world’s flutesBreathe in me the lyrics that mean somethingWhen I am very bereft of sense, lostIn too much observation, unable to hearWhat has suddenly come on meWhat moment is always waiting

See the smallest corner and the jointHint of smile and next composureThe origins of how you feel before you sleepThe ships you sail on when you dreamFortunately nothing is too small or too bigOtherwise I know we should disappear

Without pretension, sometimes it hurtsWithout acting, that you are somebody elseAnd you know more than you do, unfreezeThe parts that you don’t recognizeStretch out bent limbs, move to the fireYou know the shadows of the flame

Music is the fire hiss, crack and windReminders of the terror of living without sightBreathing with less air than a second agoYou go through your litany of blessingsOne round, two rounds, three rounds, four…Until prayer tells you where.